Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In gas stations with mini-marts
You'll rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled of Elvis Presley
Screw his off and drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to such a shrine
Sprawled from his ghastly mansion
A shopping mall filled with prayer rugs and dolls

And I wonder, I wonder
Will ever Elvis take the place of in a thousand years?
wars, barbaric laws
Bloodshed over, what's left of his myth?

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy needs his

When pesticides get banned we're safe up
We just them to those other countries
Soon there's of exotic deformed babies
that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, 'em orange and green
For the Arizona stands
To alongside plastic burros and bird baths

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The squads, starvation
aid, just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A boy needs his lunch
A boy needs his lunch

should just love each other
Dip toe into the fire
Drop your guns and and love each other
Life begins beyond the

And you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing hatred for all to feel
Cricket's found a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust, it'll be chopped

Jimmy through your locked doors
Rifle through your drawers
Line my pockets, your dreams
'Til the cows come to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay
And no one in all of can hear you scream, scream

A growing boy his lunch
A boy needs his lunch
A boy needs his lunch

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